We believe that our golden retriever, Wrigley (born 9-27-07), was put on this earth as the final ingredient needed for the Chicago Cubs to win the World Series.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Farewell, McShane

Last night, the eldest dog member who attends our neighborhood nightly dog get-togethers, was put to sleep. For the past several months his health had been deteriorating quickly. His back paws curved under from arthritis and it was hard for him to hold up his backside. He had his days and nights mixed up and had numerous other problems. His Owners took great care of him and haven't had a full night's sleep in almost a year. But you would never know that he was hurting during the 30 minutes each night as we get all our dogs together to fetch tennis balls, Frisbees and run around on our "dog park" (golf course).

Mac was our elderly leader. All the younger pups greatly respected him and stayed out of his way. When he would start to collapse, Tucker, Petey and Wrigley would run over to check on him, then go back to playing. Mac shot them a look that said, " I can handle myself just fine, thank you." And besides, Mac was way too busy seeking dog treats from all the humans. His favorite treats came from Gretchen, but would beg from all us as he made his way to Gretchen.

We will miss this special dog. He reminded us to be our best each day, no matter what is ailing us or what predicament we have gotten ourselves into. Just like Mac, everyday, we must remember to pull ourselves up and search for what 'treat' we desire in this life.

Thanks, Mac.

Here is his final night for a "Cheers to Mac" with his dog and people friends who loved him so very much:

It was great to meet you at the Woman of Scottsdale lunch. Loosing a member of the family is a tragic moment in life, but you are lucky as it appears that you have captured much of Mac's life on film so he will live on forever! I wanted to pass along this poem. The author is unknown...Tailwags,Danielle Vasta, Pack LeaderBella's House & Pet Sittingwww.BellasHouseAndPets.com(480)330-4552

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge:

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

beautiful tribute to another wonderful dog. Just a few days after Mac went, our beloved yellow lab Morey went. Just like a dog, he was cheerful and gracious despite his elderly-ness and could sometimes surprise us with his puppy like behavior.The Rainbow Bridge poem always brings tears to my eyes.We love them SO Much.